Won’t Want for Love (Margaret in the Taiga)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Becky Stark] Gentle leaves, gentle leaves. please array a path for me The woods all growing thick and fast around Columbine, columbine, please alert this love of mine Let him know his Margaret comes along [Chorus: Becky Stark] And all this stirring inside my belly Won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling But I won't want for love [Verse 2: Becky Stark] Mistle thrush, mistle thrush, lay me down in the underbrush My naked feet grow weary with the dusk Willow boughs, willow boughs, make a bed to lay me down Let your branches bow to cradle us [Chorus: Becky Stark] And all this stirring inside my belly Won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling But I won't want for love [Bridge: Colin Meloy] Oh, my own true love Oh, my own true love Can you hear me, love? Can you hear me, love? [Chorus: Becky Stark] And all this stirring inside my belly Won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling But I won't want for love [Outro: Becky Stark] Won't want for love Won't want for love Won't want for love